XTravis: Look, I'm sorry. You barely know me, you don't want to hear me going on about my problems.Murdoch: 'sokay. Happens all the time. I don't mind as long as they buy the beer.Travis: ... I thought you were some kind of, uh, gang leader or something.Murdoch: Sure.Travis: And relative strangers pick you to unload their problems on.Murdoch: Sure.Travis: Regularly?Murdoch: Pretty much.Travis: ... this never struck you as odd?Murdoch: Look, that part about beer? That was a hint.

There's another article up in the 'World' section -- a brief bio of that Emperor fellow I keep mentioning. Have a look.

In other news, the comic got a passing mention in Monday's Girl Genius. Needless to say I am pleased, for values of pleased that include 'squeeing like a happy squeeing thing'. If you don't know what I'm talking about because you don't read Girl Genius, do yourself a big favor and click that link.

Holden's ship is destroyed when it answers a faked distress call; Miller's career is destroyed by the search for a missing girl. Each has one end, but neither understands how deep and treacherous a mystery lies in the middle.